When Melissa arrived at the Jules Verne restaurant on top of the Eiffel Tower . She had already been only slightly calmed by the rest of her first class flight and by the incredible experience of Paris by night flowing past her in yet another limo. As the view of the city became ever more spectacular and romantic with each floor she rose higher in the private elevator to the highest floor her fragile calm gave way to a quiet, irresistible and jittery excitement.

Is this it? She thought. Am I throwing it all away for just this?

She looked stoically out over the legendary vista one more time and...